The sweet taste of the warm tsunami brought a smile to my lips
It left a bubbly moustache, surrounding the mishap peach fuzz above my lip
Suliva also clung
And I held onto it so

Don't let go of me
Lie with me in the snow
You can sing a soft tune
That's all I needed to know

When your soft lips pressed against me
A lingering feeling crept up on me
HOPE
I will take it and run with it